Watching the jets bank in the pastel colored skies tonight reminded me of what a rush it was, back at NACCS, to be apart of an exclusive community.
Waking up at 0430 just to get ready, make it to breakfast and back to muster, standing in formation as if we had a purpose.
Running along the sea wall, through the woods and ultimately reaching that eerie black light house thinking we’ve accomplished something.
Abruptly brought back to reality by our instructor, shouting exuberantly to sprint downhill to the surf.
Doing flutter kicks on that sugary shoreline as the sun sitting high hits your skin. While simultaneously off in the distance, multiple F-18’s are taking off instantly breaking away from each other in combat formation, pulling away from the beach and disappearing in the gulf horizon.
Those were the days.
(Source: onlyeasydaywasyesterday)
Watching the jets bank in the pastel colored skies tonight reminded me of what a rush it was, back at NACCS, to be apart...